Scenery Humble
Typone shuffled their feet on the uncleaned tilish linoleum, watching the doorway which was doorless. The day had been heating itself intently. The high humidity made Typone's skin and hair slick and sticky. They could not move slowly enough... Water droplets trailed down the white concrete walls. They felt about to reunite with their acquaintance, Julius Ervin, but hoped he was forever away.
Blueness outside enveloped the long, wide leaves, as abundant as they were breath-taking. No breath was given, no breath left. A few colossal clouds conquered above and metered as snails. Eyes aglaze and ablaze, Typone almost winced at the relatively sudden appearance of Julius - gunshot to their gut. No reaction, prolonged stasis...
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